04x07 - Norman Saves the World

[bunniefuu]

Ray: Previously on Ray Donovan...

You want this money? f*ck you!

Throw the f*cking can!

[whimpering]

That money... was it to get Belikov out?

Ray: Yeah.

Mickey: Take me downtown.

Ray: Where?

Mickey: Police station.

I'll take the rap for the murders.

Ray: You're gonna k*ll him.

Really? You think so?

Yeah, I do.

Funny. He was fine with me... before Romero, before you.

I got a job for you.

You got anything on Jackson Holt?

There you go.

Sherman f*cking Radley?

The file I have on this guy will shock the f*cking world, all right?

You bring it to Holt, that guy will do whatever the f*ck it is you need him to do.

Belikov's out. We're done.

We're done, but you know Russian men.

Just go see him. Apologize for any problems that you might have caused.

Belikov: You've been useful for Sonia.

Now be useful to me.

Belikov: The girl with the string.

Belikov: We had a party. Party got bad.

Belikov: She got excited. She break her neck.

Ship her back to my people in Moscow.

They will dispose.

[choking]

Aah!

[choking and grunting]

Look at me!

[g*nsh*t]

All right. Testing, one, two, three.

Testing, one, two, three, m*therf*cker.

You good to go, Josh? You can hear me okay?

Yeah, Ed. Fine.

[chuckles] All right. Let's do this thing.

[piano track playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Monday morning feels so bad ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody seems to nag me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Coming Tuesday, I feel better ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Even my old man looks good ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Wednesday just don't go ♪
♪ Thursday goes too slow ♪
♪ I've got Friday ♪

[smoke detector beeping]

♪ On my mind ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Gonna have fun in the city ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Be with my girl, she's so pretty ♪

♪ ♪

♪ She looks fine tonight ♪

♪ ♪

♪ She is out of sight to me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

You take your kids to Knott's Berry Farm?

Place is packed with germs.

Every time I take my f*cking kids there, they get sick.

Cochran: ♪ I'll lose my head ♪

Hey! What the... Hey!

Cochran: ♪ I've got to get... ♪

Get down.

Cochran: ♪ Tonight ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Monday I'll have Friday on my mind ♪

♪ ♪

All right.

That was pretty f*cking awesome, if I do say so myself.

I don't think you could do it any better.

All right.

That's the whole EP.

Thinking of calling it Underneath the Covers.

Get it?

'Cause it's all covers.

Yeah. Very good, Josh. Okay.

Um, can I have the hard drive, please?

I want to take it over to my mixer.

Cool. Yeah, she's all yours once you square away the studio fees.

You owe 12,870 bucks.

Didn't we talk about this already?

Twelve hundred a day for ten days, 250 for snacks, the Thai food the other night, and 599 for the hard drive itself.

You're gonna charge me for the Thai food that you ate most of, huh?

All right. You know what? It's all good.

What does that mean?

It means quod praebet universum, m*therf*cker.

The universe provides.

Ray Donovan in the house!

Ow. [coughs]

Daryll: One. One, two.

One, two, three.

One, two, three, four.

Terry: Come on. Move your feet.

I need a break.

Oh, the hell you do, man.

My n*gga, I'm trying to tell you you got to sweat the sh*t out your system.

What the f*ck you thinking getting drunk the night before a fight?

You can't win with a hangover.

He's right. Come on, get up.

Put your gloves up. Come on.

Hey, Terry, can we get a minute?

In the office?

Daryll: One more. Under.

What's up, Punch?

Well, I...

I got a proposition for you.

Hector would like to train here.

Yeah, well, we like the vibe.

Uh, Hector's comfortable here.

He likes how real it is.

He wants to change things up.

Thinks of you all as family.

Right, Hector?

[cell phone chimes, bloops]

I do.

Hey, hey. What's good?

Hector wants to train here.

He's got a rematch with Whittaker.

Oh, that's what's up.

Uh, we're gonna cover all your costs.

Uh, basically, that means we're gonna four-wall the place... control the club, the hours, who comes in, who doesn't, et cetera.

That's not a problem.

Yeah, I'd also like to do some interviews, let the press see the new club.

Press?

Press is good.

Mm.

We want to do those this afternoon.

Couple of amateur fights going off in half an hour, but after that, it's all yours.

Yeah, I mean, guys, everything sounds great.

[chuckles] You know?

Uh, champ, I just want to let you know that, uh, I'm here for you, whatever you want.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, whatever you need, I got you. Done.

Good, good...

'cause my sister just got kicked out of rehab.

I need you to go get her and take her home.

Cool. [chuckles]

[clicks tongue]

[chuckles]

Wow, Ray, you're really showing me the money.

You get the rest when you finish the job.

Here, here, listen to this. You'll like this.

New chord I'm working on.

[strums chord]

Huh?

You said you had an idea.

What's the matter? You're not a music lover?

Cut the sh*t, Cochran.

[laughs] All right, all right.

Who is it you want to get out of prison?

My father.

Your father?

Same guy you brought Sully 3,000 miles to m*rder?

Same guy.

All right, great. Um...

What's he in for?

The Minassian sh**ting.

That shitshow out in Glendale?

You're telling me that geriatric f*ck took out eight armed gangsters by himself?

You gonna help me or not, Cochran?

Uh, okay.

Where do they have him... Men's Central?

Yeah. I want to get him into protective custody.

They got a special wing for gay people.

You want to pass off your dad as a h*m*, huh?

No, no, that's... I love that plan.

Okay. Um, guy named Burt Mancini runs that joint.

He is a genuine pain in the balls.

You're gonna need some interview questions, which I think I can get for you, but... it's gonna cost you an extra hundred thousand dollars.

I just gave you a million dollars.

Yeah, but you just ordered off the menu.

That's... that's extra.

That's not just my policy. That's standard. Ask anybody.

It's all right if you don't have it on you.

I know you're good for it.

Hey, Ray?

You think there's a reason that we're working together?

No.

I do.

I think we're the instruments for each other's enlightenment, man.

[chuckles]

[plucks guitar string]

man: In here.

Fifteen minutes, Donovan.

How you doing?

I'm all right. You?

I'm all right.

That fancy lawyer of yours is telling me he can get it down to 120 years.

He's really good. [laughs]

Ah, all things considered, I'm hanging in.

I need you to memorize some questions.

You're gonna get interviewed to get moved.

Moved? Why?

Russians aren't gonna protect you anymore.

What happened?

What'd you do, Ray?

We're gonna move you into protective custody, K6G, the gay wing.

Gay wing?

You're not safe, Mick.

You want to live, you'll memorize these questions, and you'll tell the guards you're gay.

What?

You're gay.

That's really kind of loving, you trying to keep me safe.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Just want you to know I see it. That's all.

It's sweet.

Will you look at the f*cking questions, Mick?

I don't need a crib sheet.

Just ask me. Ask me a question.

Will you stop?

Hey, I did 20 years in Walpole.

Got the gay thing down.

Just memorize the questions.

Make you happy.

Yeah, sure. I know... I know all this sh*t.

Yeah?

I got it.

Daryll: Hi. Marisol?

Yeah?

Hi. Uh, I'm Daryll.

You new? Where's Benito?

Hector is, uh, changing some things up.

Cool.

Here's my bag.

[car alarm chirps]

Mickey: Yeah. There you go.

Come on, put your f*cking tray up here.

There you go.

[indistinct chatter over walkie-talkie]

Starch, they're good for your figure.

Potatoes.

I know you?

No. Potatoes.

Yeah.

Yeah. I'll be back in a second.

[man speaking indistinctly over PA system]

Hey. Uh...

I want to... I want to put in for a transfer to the gay wing.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Hey, come on.

I'm not kidding here.

All right, inmate, back to work.

Cut the crap. I said back to work.

I'm serious. I had enough of this f*cking harassment.

You know how much sh*t I've taken in my life?

What I've been cheated of?

All I had to survive?

I'm a gay man. I'm a gay man. I know my rights.

I-I don't feel safe here.

You... you talk to whoever you got to talk to and tell them that you got a guy who's on the f*cking ledge here, on the f*cking ledge.

[cell phone rings]

Yeah, what's up, Ray?

You're gonna get a call from a deputy who works at Men's Central.

Why?

Ray: He's gonna ask you if Mickey's gay.

What?

Ray: You're gonna say he is.

But he ain't gay.

Ray: Yeah?

How do you know?

Ray: He needs protection from the Armenians, Terry.

I don't get it.

Ray: Just tell the guy he's gay, all right?

They're gonna put him in a protective wing.

Make sure you tell Bunchy, too.

Was that Ray?

Yeah.

Now, we get a call from the jail, we got to say Mick's gay.

I actually think he might've done some stuff back in Walpole.

Might've blown a guy or something.

I don't want to hear that.

Eh, he's actually kind of proud of it.

Said it... it's like being ambidextrous.

Just tell Daryll, okay?

Wait. Is... is this it?

Be right back.

Well, you want me to get your bags, bring them...

I said I'd be right back.

Fresh from the FBI basement.

Fiona Miller. You remember her?

No.

She played Coffee Shop Girl on Norman Saves the World.

Oh, don't tell me you don't watch Sherman Radley's sitcom.

Ray, you're missing the best show on television.

He's a successful father of two, but then his mom dies, so he starts to dress up like her, you know, as you do, because he can't break it to the kids that grandma's dead.

Sounds kind of stupid when you say it out loud, but it... it's genuinely hilarious.

Yeah, you probably don't watch much TV, do you?

You have an actual life.

What about Fiona Miller?

Well, she disappeared about...

God, it was ten years ago already.

The papers said it was drug-related.

And?

It wasn't.

Radley tried to force himself on her one night at his mansion after a taping.

And she wasn't having any of it, so he lost his sh*t, and he f*cking stabbed her to death.

You got proof?

I do, actually.

Somebody at the FBI was paid by Radley's people to make key evidence disappear out of the FBI locker.

You?

Very good, Ray.

One m*rder w*apon, complete with Sherman's DNA and his fingerprints.

No, no, no. Very handsy, Ray.

You got a body?

Nick Lowell, the agent. You know him?

Sure.

Yeah, of course you do.

You know every douche bag in town.

He's Sherman's guy.

He hired me to get rid of the Kn*fe, but he hired somebody else to get rid of the body.

Who?

Well, I don't know.

That's what you're gonna get him to tell us.

I'll broker the deal with Holt.

[sighs]

What?

I want you to know something, okay?

This version of me... This was not how I started out.

I had good intentions, okay?

Now, this... it's important to me that you know this, for some f*cking reason.

You were born a scumbag. I just...

I got worn down.

[Jo Pho grunting and groaning]

[toilet flushes]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Eyes on me. Don't worry about them.

Keep your eyes on me.

Spit.

How'd I let you talk me into this, man?

Don't worry. You can b*at this kid.

Terry, come here.

Listen, the kid reeks of booze and vomit.

He can't fight like this.

That's just the way he smells.

Come on, Terry.

The kid's all right.

Start slow. Build your wind up.

Watch the left. And don't forget, breathe.

[bell dings]

man: Let's go, Damon. Let's go, baby.

[overlapping shouting]

On your toes.

all: Oh!

man: Whoa! Yeah!

woman: There you go.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

It's over.

[bell dings]

[scattered cheers]

Can I go back to bed now?

Yeah.

You still stink like sh*t.

So how long you been gay?

As long as I can remember.

Of course, where I'm from, you got to hide it.

And I tried.

Got married, had five children.

But it was never who I really was.

Have you come out to your children?

Sure.

They're grown now, you know.

Do you know what a size queen is?

Guy who's into big dicks.

Do you know what a bear is?

Big fat guy, lot of body hair, like a bear.

Do you know what a wolf is?

No. Sorry.

That one, I don't.

You made that one up, didn't you?

That's a trick question.

[chuckles] Right?

Where do you meet your partners?

Uh, here and there.

[clears throat] I'm not as active as I used to be.

What was the name of the last gay bar you went to?

The Buggy Whip in Palm Springs.

Last time I was there, I went home with a guy named Jose.

I'm a little silly for the Latins.

Yo!

[clears throat]

Can we go see my brother?

Okay. I mean, what... What the hell was that?

Sorry.

f*ck.

I'm cool, man. It's all good.

Oh, f*ck.

Can we go now?

I was just supposed to take you home.

We can go home, just after I see Hector.

What are you talking... I'm not taking you to see Hector like this.

I'm fine. Chill.

Give me the address, the right one.

I mean, come on. You just got out of rehab.

Come on, man, I'm sick.

I'm an addict. That rehab sh*t didn't work.

I need to find another one.

I'm in a really bad place, and I need to see my brother.

Does any of that make sense to you at all?

Cochran: All right, we give you Sherman Radley, and you let Mickey Donovan go.

The body and the m*rder w*apon?

Yes, Jackson, with DNA and fingerprints intact.

Is that a yes?

I just charged this guy with eight counts of homicide.

Best I could do is let him plead to felony manslaughter and release him quietly in a few months.

Best you could do is admit this Minassian thing is a dog turd of a case and say yes.

Eh, maybe, but if there's even a whiff of quid pro quo on this...

There will not be.

I don't like this.

First, we lose Muncie.

Then Ronnie Price came to me. Did you know that?

Holt: He wanted to get Belikov out for these murders.

What are we even talking about here?

I don't understand. This is Sherman Radley, okay?

The guy is an icon.

You put him away, it's a straight sh*t for you to the Governor's mansion.

I mean, I'm... I'm f*cking jealous.

[scoffs]

Mickey Donovan serves three months minimum.

That's the best I can do.

You know, I think you're mistaking this for a negotiation.

This is a simple yes or no, okay?

Mickey Donovan gets out the day after we give you this evidence, or I take all this stuff to the FBI, and we let the Feds gloat.

Cochran: Now, please don't make me do that.

I f*cking hate those guys.

Yes.

Cochran: Excellent.

That's the right decision.

[chuckles]

Do you mind if I use your bathroom?

I'm sorry. My bathroom?

Cochran: Yeah, I had a lot of Mexican for lunch, and there's absolutely no way I'm making it back to the West Side.

[sighs] Yeah.

Thank you.

This f*cking guy.

He's tried to f*ck you I don't know how many times.

Keep an eye on Holt.

Let me know if anything changes.

Cochran cannot be trusted.

I got this, Avi.

You never listen to me, Ray.

Please, stop.

Think it through.

Why should you listen to me?

I'm just the one who always has it right.

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone beeps]

Hello?

This is Brendan.

Oh. Yes.

Yes, he... he dates men.

I don't know.

Um, they usually don't have names.

He just... brings them by, uh, doesn't even introduce them or anything.

Okay.

Yeah, no problem.

[clears throat]

I got a feeling you're next.

Yeah, great.

Hey.

What's happening?

Terry: We're clearing out for Hector Campos.

Hector Campos?

Bunchy: Yeah, he's training here as of today.

Gonna be on the news and everything.

We're gonna be a big part of it.

What, here, at the gym?

Yeah. Why?

Nothing.

You're just gonna have your hands full. That's all.

Yeah, champion of the world.

He's gonna put us on the map.

[cell phone ringing]

Wow.

Hello?

Y-yeah, I'm his son. Yeah.

[baby squeals]

[sighs] Yeah, he goes with men.

Uh, yeah, he goes with men.

Yeah, he's gay.

He's gay with men.

Good. Thank you.

What the f*ck was that about?

That was the county jail.

We got to say Mick's q*eer.

Hey, uh, Abs, can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Do you think maybe you could watch Maria a little bit longer?

What, like, for tonight or what?

Maybe longer.

[baby murmuring]

Bunchy, I mean...

She needs a mother right now, and... and I can't do it with all I got going on here.

You're the best mother I know.

[baby grumbling happily]

All right, fine. f*ck it.

Thank you.

What else am I doing?

Aw, you're gonna stay with Aunt Abby.

[laughs]

Ray Donovan?

I'm Korea, from Nick Lowell's office.

Hi.

You ready?

Sure.

Mm-hmm.

We've been over this, folks.

She has to fly private.

She's bringing her whole family.

You want coconut water?

No. I'm good.

Yes.

She understands the budget parameters, but she's got a lot on her plate.

Kombucha?

What?

It's okay. He's good.

No. No.

No, she's not a 16-year-old.

She's an international superstar.

I have a 16-year-old at home. She doesn't fill stadiums.

She flies coach.

O-okay, you know what? Talk amongst yourselves.

I have somebody in the office.

[exhales]

What's up, Ray?

Which one of my clients is in trouble?

I wanted to talk to you about Tommy Wheeler.

I f*cking love Tommy.

He's my favorite actor who I don't represent.

Well, it's, uh... it's not working out with his agent.

Not working out for Tommy or not working out for you?

Neither of us.

[laughs]

Are you giving me Tommy Wheeler, Ray?

He wants to meet first.

When can he come in?

Not here.

He wants to be discreet. No, no, no, I get it.

My apartment, Sunset Towers.

Yeah. Come here. Mm.

God damn. Ray to the m*therf*cking D.

Sometimes... you come across something so sweet in life, and then it all disappears.

She sounds lovely.

She can sing, too... [chuckles]

Like a nightingale.

How you get a job in the kitchen?

You want a job in the kitchen?

Put your name on the clipboard back there.

Donovan.

I'll be back.

So we need another number.

I'm not getting through to your middle son.

Ray?

Yeah, Ray.

Mickey: I gave you his cell.

Mancini: It's not working.

He's not picking up.

Mickey: I can give you his home in Calabasas.

It's an 818 number.

How's my application coming?

I'm working on it. Don't worry.

Mancini: Thank you.

Hey, that's my f*cking lunch.

You want it back?

Not now, you f*cking slobbered in it.

Piece of work.

[laughs]

Let me wipe it.

You're like a baby. Look.

Yeah, yeah.

[knock at door]

Is this really necessary, Ray? I don't need a new agent.

I've been with Steven for over ten years.

[sighs]

sh*t.

Ray to the m*therf*cking D.

Tommy, it's good to see you.

You look great. Doesn't he look great?

Yeah.

Look at you.

Huh?

You got some g*ns there.

Thanks, man.

Right?

Thank you.

Tommy, I got to tell you.

I'm sitting, I'm having breakfast with the boys from Paramount this morning.

They f*cking love you, bro.

Really?

Yeah.

That's good to hear, 'cause it seems like they're dragging their feet on the Bo Bronson sequel.

No, they're gonna make the movie.

They want to make the movie.

Nick, can I talk to you for a minute?

Do you mind, Tommy?

No, not at all.

A-list.

What the f*ck, Ray, I was right in the middle of my flow.

Yeah.

Okay, you can't just...

What the f*ck?

Hi, cutie.

What the hell is he doing here?

You want Tommy, you're gonna have to give up Sherman Radley.

Give him up? Give him up to who?

To the f*cking DA's office, you cocksucker... for Fiona Miller's m*rder.

Remember that?

[Lowell scoffs]

Go f*ck yourself.

Tommy Wheeler's not worth that much.

Hey, Nick... just f*cking tell us where her body is, huh?

[scoffs]

What, you're gonna f*cking sh**t me?

That's the idea, yeah.

Okay, pal, I am the co-chair of the m*therf*cking Motion Picture Department at ACA.

f*ck you.

Co-chair, huh?

[grunts]

Oh, God!

f*ck!

Did you really just let this f*cking assh*le punch me with this f*cking face?

No, he did that on his own.

[scoffs] Are you really okay with this?

Oh, done.

You are so f*cking done, Ray.

I mean, do you have any f*cking idea how fast I can end your whole f*cking world?

Right.

[grunt]

[laughs]

Well, I don't know about you, but this feels...

This feels pretty nice.

What?

You and me working together like this.

[chuckles]

You're out of your f*cking mind, you know that?

All right, you don't have to admit it, but I think you're feeling kind of close to me right now.

I'm gonna get a bucket.

Don't let him bleed on my rug.

Cochran: Okay, here's what's gonna happen, Nick...

Your brain's gonna tell you that you're drowning, and you kind of will be really drowning, so you're gonna start to believe it.

Basically, this is all the fun of drowning without having to leave the dock.

Now, I'm not gonna lie to you.

This is going to really, really suck, so my advice to you is to tell us who took care of Fiona's body right now.

Hmm?

f*ck you!

Defiance. Defiance.

That's an extraordinarily stupid attitude.

But I like it. I really do.

Hey, did they teach you that at those douche-bag company retreats you guys always take?

[choking and grunting]

Mm-hmm.

[grunts]

Okay.

[muffled yelling]

You like that?

There you go.

[muffled yelling]

[coughing]

[panting]

You got something to tell us?

[coughing]

Who took care of the body, Nick?

[breathing heavily]

Suck my d*ck!

Wow.

Suck your d*ck?

Okay.

[grunting, sputtering]

[coughing]

Cochran: Yeah.

Tommy.

You can go. I'll call you later.

No, actually, I'm good.

Uh, may I?

Sure.

Yeah. All right.

[coughing]

Ezra f*cking Goldman.

[coughs] Okay?

I called him. I called Ezra. He took care of it.

Okay?

I called Ezra.

Cochran: Why am I not surprised by that?

[mysterious music]

[cell phone clicking]

[line trilling]

Avi: Yes?

Find the Texan.

Avi: What?

Ezra had somebody get rid of the body.

If it wasn't me, it was the Texan.

Ray, you don't want to mess with this guy.

Find him, Avi.

[cell phone beeps]

Did you get a name?

I'm working on it.

Well, I'll get to Holt, set up the details of the evidence transfer.

Yeah. Okay.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

After my fight against Whittaker, I realized I needed to change everything... [grunts] ...starting with my gym.

[grunting]

Give me a second.

Got to take care of something.

Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to follow me?

What the f*ck?

You can't f*cking return my phone calls?

I can't deal with this f*cking sh*t right now, Marisol.

Okay? I'm getting my sh*t together.

I'm fighting again.

And I get locked up with a bunch of rich pendejos who do too much f*cking coke at their beach houses?

Lower your f*cking voice.

You need to go home.

You're f*ckin' high?

You let her get high?

Man, I didn't let her get sh*t.

You need to get out of here.

Where am I supposed to go?

Just go to rehab.

Get better.

I can't get better without you.

Would you slow...

Look at me.

You need to leave.

Get the f*ck out of here!

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Hey, look, Champ, sorry.

You said you wanted to work with me, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Then next time I tell you to do something, just f*cking do it, hmm?

Yeah.

Get the f*ck out.

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[audience laughter]

And now we just add the raisins.

You can never have enough raisins.

Okay, voilà!

Grandma's scrumptious oatmeal cookies are almost ready!

Yummy!

[knock at door]

Oh, just a second.

Norman? It's Roger. I just came from the office.

male voice: Oh, uh, I'll be right with you, Roger.

Roger: Okay.

Okay, kids... [clears throat]

female voice: Okay, kids.

Grandma's gonna go take a little nap now.

Your daddy will be right down any minute.

Okay.

[audience laughter]

[cell phone beeping rapidly]

[line trilling]

[cell phone vibrates, beeps]

Ray: Lena?

Yeah?

I need you to stay on Sherman. Cochran just left my place.

Pretty sure he's heading your way.

God willing he'll get here before I have to watch any more of this crap.

[cell phone beeps]

[line trilling]

[dance music playing on television]

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Hi. This is Burt Mancini from Men's Central calling about Mickey Donovan.

Okay.

I'm calling about his sexual orientation for the last phase of his classification verification.

What?

I just need you to verify for the record that Mickey is a gay man.

Who?

Mickey Donovan.

He's a h*m*. Is that correct?

No, it's not correct.

So you're saying that's not correct?

I'm saying you're the f*cking h*m*.

Who is this?

So you're stating that Mickey Donovan is a heterosexual?

He's got four f*cking kids and, like, a thousand ex-girlfriends.

Go back to jerking off. I'm f*cking busy here.

[line blaring]

Leo (groaning): Oh, my stomach.

What's the matter?

My stomach!

Something's wrong.

Oh, God, my stomach.

[groaning]

Oh, my God.

sh*t.

Hey! Hey! My cellmate.

My cellmate is sick. He's real sick.

Hey!

Leo: Oh, oh, God. My God, it hurts.

[groaning]

It hurts.

Here, here, here.

[Leo continues groaning]

Mickey (moaning): Leo, yeah, oh.

Mickey: Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, okay, yeah, yeah.

Pull your pants up. Yeah, pull your pants up.

We'll get you to the... We'll get you to the bed.

Here, come to the bed.

[Leo groaning]

Mickey: No, no.

Jesus.

Oh, God, it hurts!

Oh, my God!

[grunts]

Mickey: What the f*ck?

Oh, no, don't die on me. Don't f*cking die on me.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[heavy breathing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, dog barking in the distance]

[cell phone rings, beeps]

Hey, Av.

Avi: What, you found the Texan?

Yeah. I'm looking at him right now.

Avi: Really? How's he look?

I don't know.

Older.

Ezra loves him... for the dark sh*t, stuff he wanted to protect you from.

I would've thought he'd be off riding a yacht in the Bahamas or something.

Yeah? Well, he's in Canoga Park, pushing a lawn mower.

[line beeps]

That's Lena. I'll call you back.

[line trilling]

Yeah, you're right.

Cochran's going into Sherman's trailer right now.

Good. Let him go.

But he's f*cking you over.

I know he is.

Let him.

[line clicks]

[cell phone beeps]

Cochran: This it?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Radley will be with you as soon as the taping ends.

Oh, lovely.

If you want, there's water.

There should be snacks in there.

If you need anything, just let me know. I can...

[dogs barking in the distance]

[bell rings in the distance]

[groans]

Hey, Sherm. Wow.

It's quite something to take in in person.

What the hell are you doing here, Mr. Cochran?

Oh, that's impressive.

It's always very nice when big celebrities remember the names of the humble public servants that they used along the way.

Look, what is this all about?

Well, if I'm here, you kind of know what it's about, don't you, Sherm?

Nick Lowell gave you up to Ray Donovan, and he's about to find Fiona Miller's body.

Look, I don't know nothing about...

Oh, Sherm, I'm a big fan.

I could listen to you bullshit all day long, but you got about 30 minutes before your entire life face-plants, okay?

All right. assh*le.

How much is this gonna cost me?

Five million dollars.

What the f*ck?

Oh, Sherm, relax.

You pay that to have your balls loofah'd in Beverly Hills.

What do I get for that?

I make Ray Donovan disappear.

I also need to move that body from wherever it is you got her buried... you know, after you k*lled her.

Sherm, are you familiar with Ray Donovan?

Heard of him. Never met him.

Yeah, well, you don't want to meet him, especially if he gets to that body before I do.

So the clock is ticking.

Where's she buried, man?

The storage room of my crab restaurant in Inglewood.

The Crab Grab. I remember that place.

It's closed now.

Oh, really?

Drive-through crab legs didn't work out in Inglewood, huh?

[chuckles] Go figure.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[buzzer sounds]

guard: Got yourself a new celly, pop.

27!

[cell door rattles]

♪ ♪

[buzzer sounds]

[cell door rattles]

♪ ♪

Sherman: It's over.

You ruined my life.

Cochran came to my dressing room while I was filming my show.

He... he... he knows where the body is.

You were supposed to get rid of the body.

Texan: What did you tell him?

I didn't tell him anything.

What do you want me to tell him?

[conversation continues indistinctly]

[dogs barking in the distance]

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

[engine turning over]

[loud clattering]

Ah, sh*t.

f*ck.

[line trilling]

Hey, partner. Did you find out where the body is yet?

Where are you?

I just left Holt.

I'm at the In-N-Out grabbing a burger.

Why? You want me to meet you?

You want to k*ll me, Cochran?

Is that it?

Ray, you sound a little bit paranoid.

You need to get out of there.

You don't know who you're dealing with.

Cochran: Ray, I... you're talking crazy, my friend.

I'm at the In-N-Out.

Did you really think Radley was gonna let you blackmail him?

He's setting you up.

[flashlight clicks]

Ray, would you like a burger or not, man?

You need to get out of there.

Where? What the f*ck are you talking about?

Fine. Do whatever the f*ck you want.

[cell phone beeps]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

Cochran: f*ck.

You don't listen, do you, Cochran?

Give me the g*n.

Here.

Where is he?

He's back there.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Where's the body, Marty?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Back room, in that corner... in the drywall.

[hollow knocking]

So, it was in the wall, huh?

Jeez.

Am I still getting paid?

You want the money, call Holt and tell him where the body is.

Mancini: Open 27!

[cell door rattling]

Mickey Donovan... you are transferred to Ward K6G.

Let's go.

Oh.

Are we off?

Yeah, we're off.

[buzzer sounds]

[cell door rattling]

[The Easybeats' "Friday on My Mind" playing]

♪ Monday morning feels so bad ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody seems to nag me ♪
♪ Coming Tuesday, I feel better ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Even my old man looks good ♪
♪ Wednesday just don't go ♪
♪ Thursday goes too slow ♪
♪ I got Friday on my mind ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Gonna have fun in the city ♪